How high is the sky? |
Taking a rest... |
Point of view... |
In the yellow old town... |
The surrealistic brightness of Massena Square |
Different geometries... |
The "slim" house |
Living monument... |
Noblesse oblige... |
Sainte-Réparate Cathedral has not change since my former visits... |
If you wish to eat in the shade, then take a table by the Cathedral wall... |
Here is it! I think we have found a good place for lunch. |
Who knows? Trusting granny's cooking is always a good idea... |
This little restaurant calls itself " Out of Fashion" Maybe it could be a good idea to visit it. |
This restaurant in a little secluded small square could be appealing, but it's more suitable for a supper... |
This little place has an easy-going charm, but we are not in the mood for pizza! |
It's time to start looking for a restaurant....Maybe "Patin Couffin" ? |
The direction to take is not relevant when one has decided to get merrily lost in a colourful maze… |
Oh, let me do, Sir...Rotten fish oil is perfect for car surface... |
Do you want me to clean your windshield with a little fish juice, Sir? |
Never park your car in the fish market square... |
We need to look up to find a scrap of blue sky... |
Far from the Madding Crowd... |
Group tourists don't climb upstairs, visitors do... |
The outmoded art of creating headwear... |
In the maze of the old town... |
The amazing house for very slim people is still at its place... |
A touch of bright class... |
Urban greenery: a little bit of forest in the heart of old town… |
The alleys of the old towns have the colours of mustard and oranges |
The Three Devils are still at their place to feed clients... |
Sometimes someone comes back from another time to the same place.... |
The last postcard of this series... |
The pride of a street lamp |
A blue touch... |
These little houses have a name:"Les Ponchettes" |
A sidewalk restaurant where I went with two perfect strangers and their dog... |
Living in the lap of poverty can make occasionally slip everywhere... |
Living in the lap of luxury, can make occasionaly slip into kitsch... |
Bonjour, Madame! |
Sweet sunset, side by side... |
Laundry smells good in southern sun |
Flags and parabolic aerials... |
But the leading character of the play remains the sea... |
A cheerful early morning sun paints the old town with warm colours... |
Walking to the church... |
No time to knock the red door...the maze of alleys is too appealing. |
The balcony |
The cyclist of Quai Rauba Capeu... |
A bit of surrealism and a couple in love.... |
The man who painted palm trees... |
Number 5... |
Little Red Riding Hood and the Sea.... |
The house which can smell the see, when the wind blows. |
An ancient village on the hills... |
Looking for the sky... |
The writer and his dog |
They call it "The Angels Bay" |
Once upon a time... |
Only the road sweeper and me |
Old houses grow tall, when ancient alleys are too narrow... |
The waiting room of Paradise...a bench in the spring sun |
He went to buy his morning newspaper when all was still closed... |
Street lamps are still switched on, but the sun is coming... |
Are roses happy to be sold in a street market early in the morning ? |
Aria of opera blown from Italy on the wind... |
The wane of "Belle Époque" is at sunset |
Sometimes the wind ruffles palm trees perfect hair style... |
If I were very romantic, I'd see a heart of stone inside it... |
Privileged observation point |
Nearly perfect archetype of mediterranean window... |
Going up to the castle hill, where there is not any castle... |
Unpretentious stories of common life, told with a singing accent and a splash of sudden bright colours... |
What did Catherine really do in 1543, hearing the sullend sound of gunshots from the sea? |
The sun, with his long soft fingers, arrives everywhere... |
The southern colours are intense and suddenly hide themselves in mysterious shadows... |
Daily life flows like a quiet river seen from a balcony... |
A building suitable for slim people only.... |
The reassuring and evocative charm of little clichés smells good too… |
"Hand sewn leather" |
Shutters are like eyelids of smiling houses |
Stroll over at random into the colours of orange trees... |
Public Night Shelter |
A maze of alleys of mellow oranges colours |
"The Three Devils" |
From arch to arch, out of the market... |
The market guardian |
The first morning client came by bicycle... |
I don't care for jeweller's shop windows... |
Sumptuous flavours |
What does a cyclist in the early morning in a corner of a desert public park ? |
Like a wave at dawn... |
Here comes the sun.... |
And at the end the night arrived with her dark velvet gown, covered with little diamonds of light. |
Sainte-Réparate Cathedral
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